Getting A Grip of Life
Its been seven months since I last blogged, that’s as long as the time I’ve been out of the clubbing scene. (Any takers here?)
So much has happened in the past months that I hardly have time to truly reflect and revel in them. Some "first-time"s were lost, some I told myself would be the last(hopefully), some "lost and found"s (not necessarily something to be glad about)…
I’ve changed so much that I hardly believe that I’m the same person who returned from US in January. Most of me for the better, or so I believe. It’s scary to realise that people (including myself) can just change so quickly. To a certain extent, its saddening. It challenges some truths, some "should be-s" that I’ve always believed in. And its disappointing to know that only a minority adhere by the "truth".
But oh well…memories are really JUST MEMORIES…
I can only do my best to not tarnish it by pretending to be suave and exit gracefully…
